I finally hit one of the great miles stones in my motorcycling life. I reached 100,000 miles on the same bike that I bought brand new with only 5 miles on the speedo. It rolled over at 100,000 when I was leading a group of riders on day 1 of my yearly NW Oregon Adventure Ride. And it just so happened to be that the owner of Gresham KTM who sold me the bike was along for the ride.
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Or perhaps a little of both as evidence proves. Who knew what potential the 9xx's had so early on... when we all jumped into ownership with both feet? And how many moments wasted worrying about how an aggressive design could last as long as it could and play as hard as it does.

I can official wipe away the guilt I feel when adding up the insignificant slab tally on my speedo... merely because my 950 is just so much fun to ride, regardless of how much lower the precious miles are actually spent spinning the back tire through nasty rock washes,sandy ruts and creek crossings.